Callie wasn't stupid, and it wasn't her first time in a bar fight when it started. She knew he wouldn't be alone, and whoever was dumb enough to be friends with that asshole was bound to help him out. For all she knew, the guy who had approached her was trying to help him, not her, but he made it very clear very quickly who's side he was on.

So when he approached her and reached behind, she was taken off guard. Stepping back against the bar, she watched as he snapped the new guy's wrist, before his temper followed suit. A third had hit him in the back of the head, and after covering her face to ensure the broken glass didn't find its way into her eye, she stepped forward to help him out. It was unneeded, though, and at first, she didn't realize what had happened.

Until the silver was ripped out of the thigh of the third attacker.

It was then that it clicked where she had seen this man before. The Wolverine, part of the X-Men, and currently part of the latest round of anti-mutant examples. She froze, watching as the man attacked the pair without hesitation, all on her behalf. Sure, they were attacking him at this point, but he had still gotten involved due to her. It wasn't until the bartender said his name that she snapped back to the situation before her, and glancing at the man on the ground, her breath caught in her throat. He needed medical attention before he bled out, and the guy currently pinned to the bar had not one, but three blades against his skin. It was . . . a lot for her to take in, but as she watched him storm out, she knew she couldn't just let him storm off after that. She needed answers, and he deserved at minimum an apology.

" . . . Charge my card." Snagging her back, she barely even looked at the phones and people staring at her. She had promised herself she would lay low, but now she had blown it by simply being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Callie, you know you can't--"

"Can't come back, yeah. Not my first time."

With her backpack on her shoulder, she ran out after the male, letting the busted door shut on its own. By now, he was halfway through the parking lot, but she'd be damned if she let him get away.

"HEY!!" By now she was almost sprinting, boots splashing in the puddles after the previous day's rain as she tried to catch up with him. "YOU REALLY THINK YOU CAN JUST WALK AWAY AFTER THAT??"